Page 135 of Desperate Crimes
The burn in my arms is there.
Not hurting me, but there.
And me?I love it.Love the burn, how it tethers me to reality.Love it when he's in control.
“You’re mine, Leanna.My wife.My Persephone.You’re not walking into any other underworld but mine.”
He slides the swollen head of his thick cock across my lips, teasing my entrance with a groan.
Then he pushes in, slow and devastating.
My breath catches.
The stretch burns in the most perfect way.
My wrists pull against the soft leather as my back arches again, helpless to the pleasure he builds with every inch.
“So tight,” he growls, teeth gritted.“Like this body was made just for me.Made to be ruined by me.Again.And again.”
“Nico—”
He drives in deeper, burying himself to the hilt.
“You feel that?”he whispers at my ear, voice like ash and fire.
“That’s me claiming every inch of you.Doesn’t matter where we are, how far apart.This here is our bed,ours.This is our castle.Together, we build our empire, and while I’m securing our crowns, this is where you’ll be.Tell me,” he demands.
“Nico!Please,” I beg.
“You’re mine, Princess.Say it first.”
His eyes glitter at me, nostrils flared, and I can see the tick in his jaw as he wrestles for control.
“I’m yours.I’ll be right here.Please, Nico,” I murmur, needing him to move more than I need my next breath.
He begins to move.
Thank fuck.
Slow at first.Measured.Possessive.
His electric blue gaze stays locked on mine like he needs to see everything—every moan, every broken whisper, every part of me coming apart beneath him.
“You don’t get to doubt this,” he breathes against my mouth.“Not when I’m inside you.Not when I’m showing you exactly who you belong to.”
And as he begins to thrust harder, deeper, my bound hands straining above me and his body anchoring mine to the world, I know one thing with absolute certainty.
I’m already lost.
And I never want to be found.
“So fucking perfect.Gonna fill you with my cum, Princess.Watch it drip down your thighs,” he growls.
He groans, tosses his head back, moving his body with urgency now.
I squeeze my legs tighter around his hips, wishing my hands were free so I can touch him.
“Fuck.That’s it.That is fucking it.”
